#[ ꔫ ] — drabbles

[ttsukiimi]

Inexperienced!Choso who looks down at your as you spread your legs for him, wondering what he should do, but too timid to ask you for himself. His cheeks burn red as he stares, so intently that it has you suddenly feeling shy under his gaze.

“Choso…” you pout, your delicate hand caressing his face and you smile. As if reading his mind, you take his bigger hand in yours and place it on your thigh. “Just touch me, anything you do will feel good.”

Inexperienced!Choso who all of a sudden isn’t so inexperienced once he gets the hang of you, taking a mental note of all the spots that have you squirming and moaning under him, his fingers moving in and out of you so fast it had you had your head spinning.

His digits filled you so nicely, fit inside you so perfectly it was uncanny. Your noises spurred him on, making him feel warm and his cock hardened in his sweats.

Inexperienced!Choso who makes you cum with his fingers faster than anyone you’ve ever slept with, pride shining on his face as you look up at him with tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. But once he had a chance—a taste—he couldn’t stop.

Inexperienced!Choso who shyly begins to rut himself against your leg, a silent plea to take you. And you nod, not knowing what you signed yourself up for.

Inexperienced!Choso whose pace is fucking inhuman as he drives his girthy cock into you, even when he’s moaning and whimpering in your ear—and suddenly you feel like the inexperienced one.

[wandasaura]

bedtime with mommy wanda

warning(s) — mommy kink, bratting, praise kink, domestic dominance, stuffed animals, soft stern mommy wanda

“But, I’m not sleepy.” You argue, voice quiet, soft. There’s barely any fight left in you at all, but you manage. Somehow you always manage to find the energy to fight against her — at least a little bit; a healthy amount.

Wanda quirks an eyebrow. Her arms are folded over her chest. She’s leaning against the doorframe; nonchalant, composed — not unamused, but far from gleaming with radiance either. “Not sleepy, huh?” She tsks, clicks her tongue against her teeth. Sokovian curls around her vowels. Thick, heavy, comforting.

She’s baiting you. You don’t let yourself see it.

“No.” Your head shakes. Your hands reach out for a matted bunny rabbit that’s seen better days. “I’m not sleepy. Really.”

Your eyes are heavy. They burn, and you’re aware of it. Wanda’s aware of it. You blink at her slowly. Not dazedly, but sleepily. There’s a distinct difference. She makes sure you’re aware of that. Your stare is glassy too. Glazed over. She knows when your jaw twitches you’re fighting back a yawn.

Her head turns. She’d had it tilted before. The very top of her head resting against the entryway to the living room. It’s straight now, not weighted specifically toward either shoulder. Her eyes narrow. The light catches in flyaways she doesn’t care to take. “Did I ask, detka?” Smooth, sultry, prompting. She knows exactly how to get you eating out of the palm of her hand.

“No.” A whisper. Soft, breathy. It floats through the air between you; connects your souls a moment later without pause. “No, you didn’t ask.” You repeat fully, clearly, but it’s still soft. Like butterfly wings. All promise, blind obedience, no will to fight remaining. Wanda likes clarity. She likes knowing you understand. You find a way to give that to her when you can.

“That’s right. I didn’t.” She hums. She messes with the bangs falling over her forehead. They’re wispy right now. They need to be shampooed, blown dry, styled meticulously. Now’s not the time. She prompted you to bed twenty minutes ago. “So what are we going to do?” Another quirked eyebrow, another bold stroke of faded Sokovian.

“Get up?” It’s a question, only because you’re not sure of the answer. You’re not sure of anything that she hasn’t told you explicitly, and you hadn’t been ready or willing to listen the first time she’d spoken so softly and sweetly at you from the hallway.

“Yeah, that’s how we’re going to start.” She hums, not willing to bite, to give into your turn of obedience so quickly. There’s twenty three minutes between when she’d asked you to get up kindly, and when your body actually began to move now. One slip of blind submission will not undo anything at all, no matter how dazed you’re becoming untouched. “Get up.”

“Okay.” The word falls off your lips. It’s all you can think of. Wanda doesn’t push for more. She nods once, and her body turns towards the bathroom.

“Bring Bunny to bed.” She says, perhaps demands. You can’t make sense of it, or convince yourself that there’s fondness there too, so instead you move on numb feet and keep hold of Bunny’s flimsy arm, fingernails caught in the matted cream-colored fur. “Did you hear me?” She changes her tone, even though you follow behind her with a tight grip on Bunny.

“Yes.” You whisper, voice hush, gentle. You’re so utterly soft, so pliant beneath her fingers that haven’t swept across your skin.

Wanda doesn’t bristle. Your softness is cute, sweet, so refreshing after her day, but you were so bratty, so filled with spite and energy that you channeled at her. “So then acknowledge me.” She clips, and your heart skins, but you don’t comment. Your hold on Bunny tightens, yes, but you accept it.

“I’m bringing Bunny.” You tell her, lashes batting, both sleepily and dazedly. You stumble on your feet, caught up in the blur of darkness. A warm hand finds your waist, fingers beneath the hem of your tank top, calloused palm resting on the waistband of your pajama shorts. It’s a claiming hold. An unconscious act of stability. She has you, even if you’d tested her in every way imaginable before you came to your senses.

Wanda hums, and you shake, soft and silent, but she feels it. Her lips pull upward, but she guides you through the motions like you haven’t been redeemed. What you don’t know gives her the upper hand, and she’s inclined to see how you handle this deadlock.

The bathroom is left behind, and Bunny is only slightly damp from when he was forced to sit on the counter as a witness, and your heart is still heavy, and Wanda still remains giving you only the necessary amount of attention to assure you don’t feel abandoned. It’s still cold even when she’s so warm. It still hurts even when there’s no hand coming down in an unforgiving blow.

“Get in bed.” She directs, and you can’t take it anymore. You sink into the sheets, the ones that you’d picked out in the spring, and a pout pulls so tightly at your lips that it almost aches.

“Mommy?” You question, because your head is so floaty, and your belly is so filled with sadness, that it only feels right, and maybe if your head was clearer, you’d recognize this was her goal all along. She needs this too.

“Yes, detka?” She asks, eyebrow raised, body warm as it sinks into the mattress and pulls you in tight and close. Her heart beats unevenly. She’s cool, calm, collected on the outside undeniably, but she’s never truly unaffected when you’re around — close enough to smell, and kiss, and feel so intimately.

Your lip trembles, your hands curl into her t-shirt. “I’m sorry for being a brat?” A question again, because you’ll do anything to get it right this time, to really make up for what you’d done to push her to her limit with you.

“Yeah?” She holds out, keeps strong. Your eyes become wet with glimmering tears that only add to the string, reminding you that you are tired, you’ve been tired since before she’d even called you to bed. “You’re not just saying that?”

“No! I’m not just saying that!” Your head shakes desperately, your hand curls tight around Bunny.

Her expression melts, just slightly, just enough to let you know she understands. “Okay malysh. Close those eyes now.”

There’s nothing left in you. Your eyes close, but your lips still move sleepily. “Okay.” You comply, half-asleep, already so far gone.

“Good girl.” She praises softly, and that’s all it takes to end your night, sleep overcoming you entirely as her arms encase around your waist.

[koiir]

Gojo angering his wife…

Gojo who fears that you’re seriously going to divorce him, the eyes that usually are filled with adoration and love for him are now swollen with fury.

“Satoru what the hell is this?”

Your hand holds a piece of evidence that can’t fathom any explanation of his, no matter what. His lopsided grin now falls as he looks around as though someone will come save him.

“Sweets! It’s not what you think, really!”

You stare him down, a challenge he usually fights but he now he has to keep quiet. Because he himself can’t even muster up the courage to say anything stupid or contradicting.

“First, you go behind my back. Second, you have our son scared to death!”

The first comment doesn’t surprise him much, but the second one has his face go pale. He feels an ache in his heart at the thought of his wrongs hurting his son.

“What? What do you mean…scared?”

He dares to look at the evidence in your hands, eyes opening and seeing his own creation of doom.

“Because! This is the sort of stuff a stalker would do! He thinks that I have a stalker even though it’s just your weird shit!”

Oh. Well, your son is rather protective over you, even if he’s only three years old. The box collection of polaroids holding so many photos of you sleeping. Without your knowledge.

“But babe…it’s not like I’m selling these online!”

“Satoru don’t start.”

He pouts, and he watches as you go through the box holding numerous unknown Polaroids of yourself sleeping.

He didn’t mean to…he swears. Just out of the blue, one day he walked back into your home and saw you wearing his sweater to sleep. He couldn’t help himself! He had to sneak a photo out of it.

“Babe, this just shows how much i adore you! You’re so adorable!”

“It just proves to me more that you’re insane.”

“Insane and madly in love with you.”

You give him a deadpan look, but when he tackles you on the bed you can’t help but give into his antics.

“Whatever.”

[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ gingerbread - seok matthew

yes i'm aware we're in march but i finally finished writing this so i'm posting it anyways !! i'm so delusional for this man it's becoming an actual problem i fear.

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↬matthew x gn!reader (reader is kind of implied to have long hair) ↬1688words ↬(self indulgent) fluff, oneshot, gyuvin cameo ↬tw: none just not proofread lol

christmas means the world to matthew. he's the force behind turning your shared apartment into a festive retreat, decorating every space and making sure you explore every christmas market around. for him, the holiday excitement is almost on par with his birthday. the fact that you both get to experience this special season together in your newly shared home adds an extra layer of significance to him. his excitement is infectious, and you find yourself enjoying the holiday season more than you did already.

as he stood in the store facing rows of gingerbread house kits, matthew couldn't make a decision without consulting you. he grabbed his phone and facetimed you, holding up different options for you to choose. as your boyfriend deliberated with you, gyuvin's voice joined the debate.

"oh my god please get the huge one!" he pleaded through the screen. you assumed he was referring to the sizable box at the bottom of the shelf, resembling more of a gingerbread mansion than a mere house. matthew's face lit up with his trademark open-bracket smile, both edges of his lips curving upward in response to gyuvin's suggestion.

"gyuvin, are you going to help out?" you teased, prompting laughter from both ends as matthew continued to examine the oversized gingerbread mansion kit - this was very serious to him.

"am i invited to your date?"

matthew playfully rolls his eyes at his antics, and so do you.

"nope, and we're sticking with the smaller kit, right, matt?" you playfully threatened your boyfriend, although there was a hint of truth into the teasing tone.

he reluctantly gave in, much to his best friend's disappointment. a few minutes later, your boyfriend is back home, arms filled with grocery bags and a huge shopping bag. you can easily figure out what happened after you hung up—matthew greeted you with a peck, his expression carrying a hint of guilt.

"did you go for the mansion?!" you exclaim, disbelief written all over your face as you gaze at your boyfriend. he responds with a sheepish smile, getting the box out of the bag, he starts unpacking the kit.

"yeah, i got a little carried away at the store, and gyuvin ended up talking me into picking this one," he confessed, his eyes locked onto the box, a touch of uncertainty on his face as he gauged your reaction to see if you were upset. of course, you weren't. your concern was more about whether it would live up to matthew's expectations.

"well, it does look cute!" you reassure, pointing at the small plastic christmas trees that accompany the kit. "i just hope we've got enough frosting to make it look as nice as it does on the box," you add, casting a thoughtful eye over the ingredients and decorations you neatly laid out on the table.

"i'll grab our aprons," matthew declares with determination, clapping his hands in excitement. he's referring to the matching sanrio aprons you purchased earlier that month – he opted for the cinamoroll one, and you for my melody.

as he heads towards the kitchen to fetch the aprons, you put on your shared christmas playlist and continue unpacking the kit. matthew returns, aprons in hand. without a word, he steps closer and lends a hand as you put yours on, and you do the same for him.

"can't get over how adorable these aprons are," matthew gushes as he admires you.

it's a shared quirk between you two – an irresistible impulse to snag anything cute, regardless of practicality, and especially if it means matching with each other. while your apartment is pretty organized and neat, it’s also full of little trinkets.

“we definitely need the pompompurin one too,"

matthew nods in agreement, all the while studying the instructions on the back of the box while you open the numbered bags with the different parts of the house.

with christmas songs softly playing in the background, you dive into the task at hand, the concentration evident on both your faces. as you work, matthew quietly sings along, his voice weaving a comforting melody that never fails to bring a smile to your face.

the ambient lighting from the elaborately adorned tree and flickering fireplace casts a warm glow, enveloping the room in a relaxing ambiance. when you get to the challenging stage of assembling the gingerbread structure with frosting, you start getting worried.

"i have no idea how to start building even after reading the instructions," he confesses, holding what's supposed to be the front of the building, uncertainty etched across his features.

you survey the gingerbread pieces and the frosting, treating it like a puzzle yet to be solved. with a reassuring smile, you join your boyfriend, taking a moment to strategize the best approach.

"well, let's start with the base. we can add on one corner and then assemble the sides step by step," you suggest, matthew is careful as he sets the base while you prep the frosting.

you're in the midst of carefully slathering frosting on the sides, taking your sweet time, but your hair keeps getting in the way. matthew catches on and, without missing a beat, grabs a hair tie from his wrist – he always has one handy for you. you feel a gentle touch as he gathers your hair and skillfully ties it back. a small, grateful smile creeps onto your face.

“thanks, angel," you express, grateful for the simplicity of his gesture. he grins at the pet name. he loves how pet names flow so easily out of your lips.

with your hair tied back, you dive back into the frosting mission. once you finish, matthew steps in, holding the panels in place while you apply frosting to bind them together.

"you're so good at this," matthew confesses, admiring your work as you skillfully spread the frosting without a smudge in sight.

"you sound surprised," you retort, shooting a glance at your boyfriend. it’s just too easy to tease him.

“maybe just a little impressed," he chuckles, nudging you as the gingerbread structure starts taking shape. “i was counting on you to make this look good, to be honest,” he adds, you roll your eyes, faking annoyance.

"well yeah, i figured i was gonna do all the hard work by myself,"

matthew does that little head tilt he does whenever you tease him, his lips forming a mix between a pout and a smile, earning another laugh from you.

"hey, i'm helping!"

you give him an intentionally reticent nod to tease him further. he acts offended, and before you can even realize what's happening, he takes the icing bag you put aside and smears a little bit of icing on your nose. you blink in surprise as the cool touch of icing graces your nose. matthew looks immensely pleased with his impromptu move, little giggles bubbling in his throat - you don’t think you could ever get tired of that airy laugh of his.

“oh, i see how it is… since you’re so skilled with the icing, i’ll let you take care of the rest, sound good?” you pretend to get up to leave. you just love entertaining the banter, especially when your boyfriend’s response is that adorable pout of his and puffed-up cheeks. the temptation to kiss him is strong, but the joy of teasing him prevails.

“you’re so mean?!” he responds in the most dramatic tone ever, holding your arm to stop you.

“i’ll call a truce if i get to decorate your face too,” you suggest innocently, a mischievous glint in your eyes. the blonde raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you scoop a dollop of whipped cream with your index finger. leaning in, your faces just inches apart, you delicately smear the cream on his nose and cheeks, your touch slow and deliberate, as if crafting a delicate masterpiece. you draw two little hearts on his cheeks, you smile to yourself while matthew tries to supress his quiet giggles to keep up the sulking act. he can't believe that such a gentle and simple touch can still turn him into putty in your hands - literally giggling and kicking his feet internally.

"oops," you feign innocence as your fingers graze the corner of his lips, spreading a bit of cream there too. "i guess i'll have to clean this up," you whisper before closing the distance between you two.

without much time for matthew to process the boldness of your move, you swiftly taste the sweetness on his soft lips. his muscular arm instinctively wraps around your waist, pulling you closer in an instant while your lips lead a perfect dance. The room is filled with the delightful sounds of giggles and the subtle rustle of clothes as your arms find their place, encircling his neck.

his fingers find the hem of your top and play with it – one of his many endearing habits. whether cuddling or engaged in more intimate moments, he can’t resist fidgeting with your clothes, hair, or tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips.

matthew knew too exactly how to turn you into putty in his hands.

the care and gentleness with which he holds you is intoxicating and mirrors his approach to everything – from making you pancakes adorned with a smiley face of cream and berries, to the way he makes sure to always leave a little note on your mirror each morning or how he indulges in all of your interests and gets heavily invested in them.

you can feel him smiling against your lips before he breaks the kiss, his eyes filled with fondness as he gazes at your face. a light blush graces his cheeks and the tips of his ears, yet he wears a smug smile on his lips. how does he manage to be so adorable and flirty at the same time? it's a question that lingers in your mind, even after all this time dating. even though you show your affection to him every single day through small gestures, you're somehow still convinced he has no clue about the profound effect he has on you, how he has you swooning over the simplest things he does.

suddenly, all the boldness from earlier evaporates, and your cheeks heat up and you could swear that the warmth from the crackling fire is engulfing you. without thinking, you bury your face in the blonde's neck, seeking refuge in the warmth of his embrace.

“if you wanted to kiss me so bad you could’ve just said that from the get-go,” he teased, his voice light and playful. he can’t resist squeezing you gently in his arms at the sight of your cheek pressed on his shoulder.

you peek out from your cozy hiding spot, shooting him a mock glare. “don’t play with me right now, i’ll really leave you alone to build the whole thing,” you try to sound indignant but fail miserably, your heart eyes and sheepish smile clearly betraying you.

he chuckles while his fingers trace lazy circles on your back before planting a kiss on your temple. “you wouldn’t, you love me too much,” you respond by slightly hitting his chest.

"okay, maybe just a tiny bit too much," you admit with a playful eye-roll, “now get to work before i change my mind”

[seonghwaddict]

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[tomago]

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he’s a tramp (h. kaoru)

KAO + prompt 91, accidentally bumping noses while kissing and laughing about it ( 220 words , gn reader )

note(s): HI sid u guys miss me. you guys should watch lady & the tramp

often when he looks at you, he grazes the thought of love; in the stillness of a morning where the smell of coffee fills the room, an apparition of love follows you.

“feeling pleased with yourself?” bingo. that question from you alone was enough to turn kaoru’s somewhat smug smile into an embarrassed one, when his hands instinctively hide on his nape and his eyes are cast down.

“how can i not? i’m spending this morning with you.” he replies— so smoothly, making his way from across the kitchen to your side on the couch.

from his lips to what comes out of them, from the tip of his fingers to his eyes; the thought of kaoru drove you crazy. the way that he knew exactly what to do and say to make your heart skip a beat was maddening.

rolling your eyes in response, your body’s natural instinct was to inch closer to the irresistible man in front of you— so much so that your noses touch, lips meeting together for the nth time.

“you fox.” you say underneath your breath, but you don’t stop kissing him.

“anything for you, pigeon.” he chuckles, smiling into the kiss; he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

the two of you look at the world once, in love— the rest is memory.

[musaeon]

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ YOU MAKE IT HOME ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 양정원 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: moving into a new apartment, ready for a new beginning, you find comfort in knowing that home can always be found amongst the gentle presence, the safe haven of your boyfriend, jungwon. and you’ll do everything you can (even subconsciously) to make him feel at home with you too

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!jungwon x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, serious relationship

warnings: attempts at humour, hints of suggestiveness bcs it’s jungwon and i can’t help myself, pet names

w.c: 1.8k

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The rain that pattered against the glass windows made the already empty apartment seem more grey and lifeless. Cardboard boxes, yet to be unpacked, were piled around the living room, some opened, some still sealed. You placed your hands on your hips, surveying the room and the inevitable work it would take to organise everything, not to mention make it all pretty and cozy…

There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance, a subtle yet obvious hint that there was no way you’d be able to unpack some boxes and make it to your boyfriends apartment tonight without getting swamped with rain or stuck in traffic. The only option would be to unseal the carefully packed mattress in your soon-to-be bedroom and sleep here.

Perfect.

Brushing back your hair, you made your way to the kitchen counter and finished the last of your soda, the empty glass bottle clinking as it was placed back on the laminate surface.

And you got to work. Cutting through double or triple layers of tape, pulling out steel utensils, kitchen appliances, pots and pans, before carefully sorting them into the drawers and cabinets. You knew you’d pull them all out again in a week to resort and reorganise them anyway but regardless, the boxes needed the go. That musty smell was getting to you.

You’d managed to finish three when there was a strong knock at the door. Heavy and a bit daunting.

You froze, fingers twitching, ready to reach for something sharp.

more under cut !!

“Hey!”

Your shoulders dropped, relaxing in an instant at the familiar voice.

“Y/N it’s me! Let me in! My hands are kinda full.”

You jumped over a couple boxes, sliding in your socks as you reached the door and pulled it open to see Jungwon standing there, hands full with an umbrella, a shopping bag and a bouquet of flowers. Peonies. Your favourite.

“Happy new apartment day!” He smiled brightly, handing you the bouquet and leaning forward, his lips pressing softly against your forehead.

You held the flowers close to your chest, eyes shutting quickly to savour the sweetness of his presence. You whispered a soft “Thank you” before reaching for his now free hand and pulling him inside.

“What’d you buy?” You asked while taking the empty soda bottle and washing it a few times before filling it with water for the peonies.

Jungwon walked through the kitchen, smiling at your recent unpacking and organising, knowing full well it would not last a week. “Oh just a small house warming gift,” he shrugged.

“Huh?” You smiled over your shoulder, carefully arranging the pink flowers in the bottle and placing it in the middle of the open counter. “I thought these were the house warming gift.”

“Nope, they’re just a little something for you, but this,” Jungwon reached inside the shopping bag and pulled out a new lamp; it was a lovely little star shaped bulb, the wiring visible through the glass, giving it a vintage feel despite the modernist urban charm of the lamp itself. “This is for your new house. And also for your hoard.”

“My collection.”

“It’s a hoard.”

You smirked, your fingers glided over the smooth glass while you observed the new lamp you would be adding to your ever growing collection — and yes, no matter what Jungwon said, it was a collection — an assortment of various lamps and night light and fairy light strings, little sources of brightness, the key to ambience and atmosphere in your opinion. Any excuse to not use the big lights.

You slid past your boyfriend, towards the living room’s power sockets. Usually they’d be used for a tv but given the circumstances, aside from charging your phone or laptop, you might as well use them to test out the lamp.

As soon as you pressed the switch, it was as if new life had been breathed into the space, the somber drear of the outside world wasn’t so overpowering anymore. You could actually appreciate the relaxing sound of the rain without having to feel bleak and bland.

The walls were bathed in orange and yellow, the shadows added dimensions to the currently bare walls, even in the blatantly empty room, filled only with half unpacked boxes and the presence of a young couple, it didn’t feel so empty.

“So?” Jungwon’s voice was soft, you hadn’t even noticed that he had crouched beside you, observing your reaction. “Do you like it?”

Your smile was answer enough, you pulled him closer by his arm, huddling with him around the lamp like it was some source of warmth. “I love it.” You gently kissed his cheek.

“Good.” He rested his head against yours for a few seconds before sighting and getting up, pulling you with him. “Okay. Let’s get to work. What can I do?”

After about forty five minutes to an hour of solid productive work, you and Jungwon had retired to the random couch cushions you’d found in one of the many boxes you’d unpacked. Cracking open two new bottles of soda, the two of you leaned against the wall, watching the rain get heavier and heavier.

“Babe, if we want to get to my place, we need to leave soon. As in now.” Jungwon set the bottle down, stretching a little.

You looked around at the room once more, some decent progress has been made, but you didn’t really want to leave just yet. “Actually, I was thinking I’d stay here tonight. Open the mattress and crash on that.”

“What? No. No, you’re coming with me.”

“But I’ve got cushions and blankets in the box inside the room. Plus all my skin care is in my bag anyway. And I don’t need to worry about food because I stocked up this afternoon from the convenience store a few blocks down.”

Jungwon furrowed his brows, admittedly remembering the sight of said convenience store while on his way to your apartment.

He took another sip of his drink, contemplating, before giving you a little pouted smile. “Fine, we’ll stay here tonight.”

“We?”

He scoffed, “Obviously? I’m not letting you sleep on some bare mattress on your own.”

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, a defence to hide the way your heart raced at his words. You stood up, gesturing for him to do the same. “Let’s set up now, before we make dinner.”

Jungwon hummed, following suit.

You felt a lightness in your chest as walked towards your new room. As unfinished as it may be, it was still your new room.

You knew this apartment would bring about new beginnings, new memories. And it excited you beyond words. And of course, the only person you really wanted to tell it all to was Jungwon.

“I can’t believe it took me this long to move,” you started. You knew he remembered the struggle of your old apartment, the distance between the two of you, as well as the achingly long commute to your campus and your job. All things considered, your old living situation wasn’t as good. It did the job, but this new place would only do it better.

Before you’d realised, the mattress had been unfurled, some blankets had been thrown over it like makeshift sheets, the couch cushions as your pillows, and Jungwon had gently guided you to sit down on the soft mattress while he went around the room, switching on a few of your other lamps.

The room’s atmosphere morphed into a mixed hue of muted pink and purple of a sunset lamp, blending into a lightly saturated orange of yet another sunset lamp, finally topped off with the watery wave-like reflection of an ocean lamp.

After all of that, he sat down beside you. Smiling at the energy with which you spoke, the clear excitement for new opportunities evident from the way your eyes shone.

“I’m really happy for you, Y/N.” Jungwon wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I haven’t even told you the best stuff.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The convenience store? It has your favourite ice cream! I talked to the guy at the register, apparently the shop owner loves it too so it’s always in stock.”

Jungwon chuckled, opening his mouth to respond but you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, indicating that you had more to tell.

“Another thing, there’s a park not too far from here, it’s dog friendly. Dog friendly!! I double checked the signs and everything. There’s so many cute dogs running around, it’s good space, perfect for Maeumi!”

Your hands moved in an endearing yet animated fashion, demonstrating just how big the park was, completely unaware of Jungwon’s dazed expression, the way he was drinking in your radiance.

You were too busy explaining more of the wonders you’d found: “And, and, just wait because I can’t wait to show your mum the antique store I found in this small corner of the neighbourhood. She’s gonna love it!”

“I love you.” Jungwon breathed out his words, his eyes darting back and forth between yours.

“Hm? I love you too, baby.”

“No, like, I love you. You’re here starting a new chapter of your life, in a new place, something that should be for yourself. And you still found ways to make it feel like home for me.”

Frowning slightly, you wondered why he felt so shocked by this. He did the same for you — keeping your favourite chocolate in his pantry, calling you every time he went to the bookstore near his place in case you wanted something, always having a pack of your favourite brand of sanitary pads in his bathroom in case the need arises — he made his world feel like home for you.

“You do this all the time though? The least I can do is reciprocate.”

He tucked away the pieces of hair framing your face, “Only you would think something so thoughtful and special was inherently normal.”

You felt your eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered, tilting his head to kiss you. He tasted of soda and spearmint, an odd combination but it made your head spin.

You pulled away slightly, taking in a couple of breaths to regulate your heartbeat. “You’d probably run out of ice cream,” you muttered.

His smirk quirked up on one side, your stomach fluttering at the sight. “Wow, you’re so funny, I wanna be just like you when I grow up.”

You scoffed, “No ice cream for you.” With a quick push, he fell back against the mattress, seeming totally unfazed.

“That’s fine by me.” He pulled you down next to him.

a.n: fourth instalment of the kiss me, don’t say no series !! not only is it JUNGWON DAY !!! but i’m glad his instalment was number four as in 04 as in the year he (and me) were born !!! happy jungwon day everyone <333 hope you liked this one xx

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[burrowglazer]

★ summary — after yet another tough loss in the australian open, y/n finds solace within her boyfriend. ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★★ pairing: carlos alcaraz x fem!reader ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★ content warnings. n/a. carlos being a cutie patootie? ˖˙ ꔫ —★★ word count. 3.2k ˖˙ ꔫ —★ genre. fluff. it's carlos. what do you expect? ★ authors note: for the girls! i really need to write some x male!reader for myself... ben drabble coming next and then we go from there. also ugh, he's so cute i love him so much. after 6 decades, 4 redbulls and 25 million complaints, you shalt recieve whatever the hell this monstrosity is... i apologize, this is terrible. ⠀⠀⠀❛⠀⠀ @yungbludz ; @csainzcalcaraz ; idk who else to tag.

Bitterness was an odd sort of sensation. It wrapped around the heart within a warp of seamless, thick fog- the cold tendrils seeping into the crevices of positivity that she deemed to find after such a loss. It whispered to Y/N in moments where she stood in front of the media, rumbling off a number of responses given by her public relations manager. One for which she believed to have almost no effect upon her relationship with the public. It lingered, like some sort of lurking shadow amongst the thoughts that crowded her back of mind as the reality delved deep into her bones. As the media had swooped down as vultures and ripped her performance apart with each piece of mindless critique that, most of the time, could be said to have been terribly wrong.

She’d known the drill. Exchanging hands with the devil within every turn that crossed her path, with every early round exit that haunted her presence as she packed up to head towards the next tournament. One which would lead to the abiding taste of victory or once again; bitterness. It followed her every step, with every ground stroke, with every serve missed. It was only when the umpire would shout out the words- game, set match; followed by a name that was not hers, would she realize. It settled in slowly; similar to the dust that set on the shelves after being unused for far too long, and eventually did she finally feel the truth of it all. 

Australia seemed to disdain her existence as a whole. Y/N had decidedly chosen to believe so after a handful of upsets. Within the premises of a place far too beautiful to be spiteful, does she drown within her sorrows of the match. The Australian Open always rubbed like salt within her wounds, lost matches after lost matches, and she wondered to herself what she could possibly be doing wrong with her career. It was not as if it were common. Undoubtedly, Y/N would lose; just as the greatest to ever have played the game had done so before, but within the years that passed by, it only tended to happen with a good run. Perhaps losing upon the semi-finals or the finals could be regarded as a wider received upset, however the expectation that crawled upon her skin with every waking moment only pressured her further to go for a deeper run.

And yet, as the sun dipped lower upon the evening-lit sky, it sank deep within the horizon as such a carefully crafted and cared for gold coin slipping into the darkened waves of the ocean. Casting hues of colors that in any other situation, Y/N would find extraordinary. What was not to appreciate a good sunset for? But it was not the stunning beauty of the sunset that plastered her thoughts, and to her utter surprise and relief, was also not the stalling weight of the loss. Instead, her mind subconsciously drifted to the Spaniard that she knew would be waiting upon her arrival. 

Carlos was never one short of a support system for Y/N. In a sort of way, she wonders faintly what she would do without his constant encouragement and advocacy. Who would be there for her after such a loss? Who would be the one to woefully wrap their arms around her as she doubted her ability, the one who would whisper sweet nothings into her ears until she truly believed it? Y/N knew that she couldn’t escape it again this time, despite the need to potentially be alone for multiple hours before truly being in a mindset to talk to others without resulting in a bout of tension due to snappy answers. 

She knew that he would’ve watched the match. Sitting atop his hotel room bed in which she had fallen asleep in for many days beforehand, never daring to book a shared room due to the fear of being caught by, not his team, but others. News outlets, reporters- those who would do nothing less than to dwell low for an eye-catching title. Sprawled across the sheets, she could imagine him, his mouth pursed into a tight line; not at the loss, but at the disappointed glances the camera would’ve caught with ease. He never cared for her results, not in that sense, but in the sense of that he would not judge her for an early round exit such as today. The only thing that mattered to him would’ve been what she had felt- frustration, agitated, disappointed, seemed to all be on the table on this fateful night.

And in a certain light, she looked forward to those tender moments. The feeling of a ripple of being loved and appreciated within an ocean of critical and in times, cruel comments that had been made of her. For her tennis, her looks, her image; there always appeared to be something to grumble about albeit it be for the tiniest, most inconspicuous things. Carlos always shook his head, his head of grown hair shaking in such a way that was endearing to Y/N. He’d reach over, gently plucking the phone from his hands although unable to hide his pique of interest in what his girlfriend so… encapsulated. He’d learnt quickly that it was never good in instances as such. 

There would be some form of tension as the Spaniard would look up, an odd frown stretching across his face. It never fit him right- frowning, it just didn’t feel right, like a human in an animal enclosure. Unbelonging. Conceivably, it was because she was used to his bright, joyous and up-lifting grin, that goofy smile that could assault a ray of light upon the darkest of days. Seeing the opposite of it was unfathomable. There would be a mumble of words, half mixed with Spanish as he would set the phone down, an arm slowly easing up to provide a source of comfort. 

Arguably, the drive back to the exquisite hotel in which she had been assigned could be determined to be the longest and shortest drive she’d ever experienced. The driver made no attempt to start a conversation in any variation, instead decidedly for the better, kept his mouth tightly shut. Y/N had assumed that one not so nice glance, which- for the record, she did not mean to give, shut him up real quick as from a viewpoint, he looked fairly friendly. Like the sort of person to make small talk with strangers without making either party feel vastly uncomfortable. She’d never gotten out of a place faster in her life. Mumbling out a soft thank you, because if honesty was policy, it was the least she could do after such a drive.

She was thankful that at least the hotel had a welcoming atmosphere, the constant chatter of guests that could care less of her arrival. Or even better, did not recognize her for who she was. Her team had followed back within another car, not that Y/N had requested so, but it felt more of a moral perception. They knew what to leave things at, and she could come to appreciate having a group of people that understood. Within the dynamic lighting in the building, she could vaguely make out one of the tournament cars pulling into the entrance. 

Hauling the bag that slung across a singular shoulder, and quietly adjusting the hanging strap, Y/N stumbles her way back towards her room. The hallway stood eerily silent, the usual foreigner- or group of foreigners had either disappeared into the night, taken an early exit, or drunk on a dance floor. The latter, she had assumed. Notionally, it would’ve been far better than having to be questioned by the eyes of another guest, making polite small-talk as the elevator shuddered and picked up its pace. They’d wish her luck, not knowing the slaughter that had happened on court not even hours before. 

A part of Y/N wants to immediately head over to Carlos’s room. To drop everything and melt within his strong arms, to go home. But she knew better than to show up at his front door, sweaty, pissed off and with an arm load of bags. And so she resisted, grumbling a number of curses as she punched in the floor that her suite had been on, waiting as the elevator whirred to its heart's content. It feels far too long, the walk back grudging and slow, with every drag of her foot feeling as she were walking through puddles of wet concrete. Perhaps it was the exhaustion after a match dwelling down, or perhaps it’s the mental aspect of everything- Y/N never could truly pinpoint this feeling, despite the half-hearted attempts at understanding.

Her bags are carelessly strewn across the floor, allowing her jacket to fall upon one of the unused chairs of her suite. The room is big; far too big for a single person living in it, and whilst Y/N had admired the spaciousness of the area when she had first arrived, now it had felt more despondent than ever. Even showering felt enervating, too hot for a minute, then too cold for another, and she wonders how such an expansive hotel could reserve for a lavish waterfall in its lobby, yet not have enough for a capable showerhead. She had to admit though, she’d felt better after such a shower, muscles relaxing and the stench being wafted away within a moment's notice. It feels as if she’d done it a million times, coming back after a match, trying to take a relaxing shower before she was to be grilled by her coach for the next. It felt more of a simulation, as if things were repeating itself over and over again, like a clock resetting after every twelve hours. The only time that would differ would be around Carlos, the Spaniard making time feel irrelevant to the universe, until it was only them that mattered. Nothing else, nothing more.

It’s always for that reason she found herself back in this position, new comfortable clothing that hung loosely around her shoulders, hair up for it to dry faster. There would be no makeup involved, she’d known Carlos for long enough that she knew he could not care for what she looked like in these moments. Instead, worrying about further issues. It’s almost embarrassing how many times she found solace within him, as he would finally open that god damn door to his hotel room, that stupid smile that could light up the entire town, the way he never seemed less excited to see Y/N no matter how many times he’d actually seen her. He was so… how could he be so… she never grasped at how or why, never could comprehend. It never changed. 

“Y/N?”

Carlos peers curiously, eyes glinting with a sort of inquisitiveness no one else could replicate. That look, the one that Y/N could never get used to, one that shone like the moon upon a dim evening sky. “Estas bien?”His words cut through the uttered silence, his head cocking to the side like a mackerel. For a moment, she profoundly forgot where she was, taking more than just a second to process the Spaniard’s words.

Her eyelids flutter, open and shut, shut then open, as if trying to clear a haze that had clouded her vision. Deliberately, she let her head sway from one side to another, strands of hair falling from the elastic that held her hair together. “Oh, uh-” She stumbles over her words, as if she were suddenly at a loss, a lump forming cautiously within the midsts of her throat. “Yes, yeah- I’m fine, estoy bien.” The words feel jumbled as it comes out of her mouth, as if she hadn’t spoken in many years before advancing her way towards Carlos.

He looks around, protruding his head from the frame of the wooden door, as if he were searching for something, or perchance, it was looking out for her. When he had decidedly chosen that the coast could be deemed as clear, Carlos gently ushers Y/N in, a hand swiping behind her back and brushing her into the room. It’s far messier than her room, as well, Carlos was Carlos and old habits die hard, but it feels much more of a humble abode. The smell of Carlos wafts airly within the room, like a warm, familiar embrace, dancing lightly throughout the suite. It wraps around like a fuzzy blanket, easing the tension that spooked through her veins, allowing her to sink into a contraption of intimacy. 

Carlos’s mouth opens, as if he were to say something, but he hesitates wearily. Y/N is sure that it’s because he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing, that would rub her in the wrong way. The thought stings a little, knowing that Carlos felt as if he couldn’t say what he truly thought to her without the fear of retaliation. “No estuvo mal.” He says the words slowly, dragging across his tongue, syllable by syllable. “Te veías bien.”

There’s a hint of truth that comes with his words, Carlos didn’t enjoy lying, especially to her, Y/N quickly realized soon into their relationship. He knew of the pain of hearing those around him lying of how he played- good or bad. He discerned, to only speak of the truth. Yet he also, deep down, fathomed that she would not believe what he said despite the sincerity. Knew that it was a battle already lost, and there was not much he could do about it other than whisper caring endearments until the discomfort of the loss passed. 

“It didn’t feel good.” She responds, not quite a snap back to Carlos, but more of a defense mechanism to protect herself. 

“Losing does not feel good ever, yes?” His words are coated with an accent, one that she found more endearing than anything else. The attempt was enough to fill a crack of her heart with warmth, and it only grows further as Carlos takes a couple steps in to enfold his arms around Y/N, in a well meant attempt to shield her from any negative critiques or thoughts. “Pero eso no significa que no fuera bueno, ¿verdad?”

She knew what was to come. Knew the little spiel of words he had crafted carefully within his mind. He would remind her of the positives. Of how it could do more good than bad, and that it was just a single tournament in an ocean of others. She would come back, win the next title, and all would be forgotten as the media turned back to the bouts of adoration for her antics and play style. 

Carlos sighs, shaking his head in such a manner of disappointment. “Ven aqui.” He mumbles softly, his words barely breaking the silence that touched the room. He takes a few purposeful steps toward the bed, tugging her alongside him. His touch lingers, a gentle pressure that presses Y/N against the comfortable mattress in a way that feels tender and intimate, exuding a warmth and familiarity that only Carlos could convey to her. It’s a moment cuddled with unspoken connection, where every brush of his hand spoke volumes of the devotion he felt.

There was nothing she would want more, nothing that could comfort her in such a way that it made the whole world feel at peace. He could make her forget in a number of ways, but this- his body pressed up against hers, breath hot against her skin as he tangled them into a spooning position. It feels as if heaven were on Earth, the sensations greater than whatever pleasure tennis could bring to her. “Todo va a estar bien, si?” Carlos whispers, carrying not only a sense of warmth but tinged with secrecy as well. A sacred space that only withled the two of them, with no allowed space for others. A fleeting moment, that has Y/N’s heart thumping within her body.

“Maybe if you’re always here after I lose in straight sets.” 

Her response isn’t biting, it’s not bitter as she would’ve expected it to be. Perhaps it was because he found it nearly impossible to act so rudely towards Carlos. He smiles though, in an answer, his lips stretching lazily into that stupid, stupid grin. “Siempre estaré aquí para ti, amor.” Carlos says, lips just tracing over the lobes of her ears, and for a moment, Y/N shuddered at the touch- so intimate and close, so indescribable. His fingers lay on her delicate skin, one that had been soaked upon sweat just hours ago, and it feels as if the area had been set on fire. His touch warm and fascinating, his lips soft and ginger as he slowly bestows a kiss on her own. 

It’s a feeling Y/N would never be able to shake off no matter how many times it happened. The elusive tingle that tinged up her spine, then throughout her bones, every nerve as if it had been lit on fire. The way his hands slowly caresses her face, not intruding and not pushing for anything further, just to have her in such a way that only the luckiest woman in the world could imagine to have. And when he pulls away, it leaves Y/N yearning for more, eyes trying to convey a message of need and desire. But Carlos is quick to shake his head, and although dismay aligns across his features, he’s firm about it. 

“Descansa un poco” He murmurs, turning so that Y/N would lay on the mattress in a manner that he knew she’d prefer to anything else. Likewise, she was tired. In spite of everything- the match, the weight of the loss, the media that gawked, their smirks playing along their faces as she spoke, every word a better headline for them, in a fashion of twisting her own words and using them to stab her against the back. It was, perhaps, the worst part of tennis, one that Y/N wished she could evaporate with a snap of her fingers. But she could not, she did not have the power to do so, and it was not as if it would be of any use if she had tried. 

With a defiant huff of a breath, she tried to ease the restlessness that lodged between her bones, letting her eyes fall shut, easing into an acquainted darkness. With the pressure of Carlos around her, the soft breathing that snuck in and out, sweeping across her right ear, Y/N mitigates into a calming state of bliss. One in which she only found moments like these, where she did not have to shine as a radiant poster boy, where she could finally just let herself be. And during that interval where she felt not quite asleep, yet not awake either, she smiles to herself, knowing that for one, she could rest easy for the time being. That she was safe, within the consolation of home. 

[dollyhao]

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✩ abby anderson

abby car blurb

next door neighboor abby

next door neighbor abby 2

next door neighbor abby 3 (smut)

reassuring abby

lingerie shopping with abby (smut)

eating abby out (smut)

gym crush!abby

abby x milf!reader

professor!abby drabble

sleepy!abby blurb

getting warm with abby

stuffie obsessed reader (smut)

early mornings with abby

phone sex with abby (smut)

bimbo!reader and her hunky gf (smut)

bimbo!abby (smut)

older women abby x younger reader

✩ ellie williams

store owner ellie (smut)

ellie drabble

ellie w/ single mother

loser!ellie- ellie's study date?? (smut)

loser!ellie- ellie upsets bully!reader (smut)

loser!ellie- jealous ellie (smut)

loser!ellie- jealous bully!reader (smut)

loser!ellie- how she and reader started hooking up

loser!ellie desperate for forgiveness

swimming at night with bsf ellie

sending nudes to a high ellie (smut)

pastor’s wife!reader w/ ellie (smut)

doing ellie’s makeup

ellie being a sexy distraction (smut)

ellie and her model gf (smut)

no nut november (smut)

loser ellie and her mean lil gf (smut)

taking ‘pictures’ with ellie

tribbing with loser ellie (smut)

succubus reader and nerdy ellie (smut)

sweet moment with ellie and her mean gf

loser ellie cheating on her gf wit you (smut)

ellie just showing her friend the ropes (smut)

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wifey wifey wifey (smut)

✩ dina woodward

ameliorate— part 1

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smoking with gf mikasa

[ttsukiimi]

This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

୨୧⋆ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ trueform!sukuna x reader, smut (mdni), unprotected sx, brèeding ķink, softdom!sukuna, established relationship, implied size difference,

୨୧⋆ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ ANONN?? THIS IS SO GOOD. I js fell to my knees in the middle of Walmart.

Sukuna was not a soft man—that was obvious. He was often rude, harsh, and did anything that would bring him even the slightest amusement, even if that caused someone else pain.

Well, that was expected for the king of curses.

But it seemed however harsh he was, you seemed to always shift his demeanor. Even know he’s frowning as you wrap your arms so sweetly around him, pushing your smaller form flush to his. Surely this would tarnish his reputation if he was caught like this, all soft, but he just couldn’t say no to you.

“‘Kuna,” you smile, a bit mischievously, pressing your ass against him. “I want you.”

And again, Sukuna Ryomen found himself unable to say no—unable to resist that addictive urge to fulfill every wish you bestow upon him.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth as he instantly bottomed out, pressing a peck to your neck. This was so unlike him.

His Four hands roamed your body, caressing every part with attentiveness and admiration. Hips ramming into you, cock kissing every sweet spot inside you, he found the slight bulge in your lower stomach where he could feel himself moving. And—god, Sukuna never wanted to stuff a baby into you more in his life.

His pace quickened, though he was still soft, and his arms wrapped around your body to take ahold of your tits, fondling with them. “You feel..good,” he sighed in your ear, his body shivering at the moans that slipped from your lips. “Want you to bear my child,”

The only things that went through his mind at that moment were the thoughts of stuffing his wife with his child, finally able to show off to other men how you’re already taken with how swelled your belly was.

You mewled and rocked your hips back on his, opening your legs wider to give him more access—you wanted that too.

There had always been a size difference between you two, with Sukuna being freakishly tall and all—but now was your chance to finally show that you could take it, no matter how huge your husband was.

“Stuff me, ‘kuna, give me your children,”

[wandasaura]

GOODNIGHT MOON

warning(s) — mommy wanda, domestic dominance, little!r, stuffed animals, brief mention of control, mention of headspace, praise kink

Wanda has a word she likes to use when you get like this. It floats off the tip of her tongue like a cloud upon first notice of your declining headspace and increasingly cuddly demeanor. Those two things come in tandem with each other. You’re clingy normally — her needy girl, but when whines start flying at the simple premise of her leaving just to grab a glass of water, it’s something different. Something she knows you don’t even begin to recognize as instinctively as she does. Or as significantly.

“Hey, milaya devochka (sweet girl).” She catches your attention softly, effortlessly. Her words are a weighted breeze shifting through thick ivory wisps of reality twinged with nightfall. You can’t escape the darkness, the moonlight. It comes every day before you’re ready, but a twinge of something delicate sparkles around Wanda as you look at her now. There’s an incandescent glow that sharpens her silhouette like a halo, sleek and ivory as it catches in her hair. The backlight dampens the brightness of her freckles, features dim and concealed though that may be a trick of your own eyes as you become heavy in your body, like exhaustion, but warmer, nicer. “You feeling a little bit soft?”

She doesn’t mean to plant the word in your vocabulary. She knows how perceptible you are when you’re like this. You’ll agree with her blindly, until inevitably she gets beneath your skin somehow, and you huff and puff until she’s not so sure that there was ever a sweet girl curled up in her arms, but if she plays her cards right, it’ll be an easy night for the both of you.

You’d been perfectly content before she’d stirred beneath your head with intentions of getting up and quenching her thirst. But now you pout deeply, subconsciously as you slip down further into the cream colored sheets. You feel seen. Too seen. Exposed is a better word. Wanda smiles knowingly. She knows you feel so raw right now, so unearthed that your roots curl inward instead of down. She doesn’t want that; this. The inward pulling that can lead to your downfall if she’s not around to catch you before impact shakes brittle bones, already out of place from old fractures.

“A little bit shy?” She presses into your deeper, firmer. She’s not trying to assert dominance, to establish limitations or controlled bounds. All she’s trying to do is get to you through overgrown shrubbery that’s dazzling in warm summer sunlight.

You’re not quite sure what to say, or how to say it. Wanda knows both of these things already. She knows that you’re soft, that you’re shy, that your entire world right now is just her and only her. She’s looking for an answer to a question she hasn’t even asked you yet, and it’s not fair. Not fair at all. The games don’t always have to be fair for Wanda to play them.

“Mommy.” You don’t whine, but your voice is so twinged with frustrated sweetness that it feels petulant enough to warrant creased eyebrows and pursed lips when it washes against her. Scratch that. It crashes against every molecule in her body like a tsunami that’s only just rushed forward to assault land. That's the moment where impact is devastating, because you can be ready for it, you can know it’s coming, but it’s never a force measurable in memory. It’s never as quaint as she thinks it will be.

This is not quaint to Wanda. You’re not quaint. Not with your little fingers that curl around your bottom lip nervously, applying just enough pressure to regulate yourself, your emotions that you’ve trusted her with enough to let run rampant and unruly in a space built carefully. You’re not quaint. Not even when you bat your heavy eyelashes at her without a single thought behind your shining orbs, just so fixated on her that you ebb and flow through pulses of energy and emotion.

“Oh, but is that who I am right now, malen’kaya lyubov’ (little love)?” Her lips fall from that sickening purse of condensation that melts into affection at the edges into a true frown, a real pout. Your heart hammers, heavy and overflowing with a bigness you can’t name. It’s just so big. And you’re not. You’re not at all. “Is it Mommy? Or is it something else, hm? I know you know what the answer is! I know you can find it in that little brain!”

She does mean to overwhelm you. to short circuit your system. It’s all meticulously particular, and she knows that it’s working when you whine around your fingers and somehow make yourself smaller beneath the bedsheets you can’t camouflage into. The set of sheets spackled with pink pink starfish is folded up in the closet, not to be seen again for another week before the rotation happens mid-afternoon. You don’t like these sheets as much. They’re not as soft. They’re not as thin. And your blush isn’t nearly as concealable when there’s no dashes of pink to burrow into sheepishly and softly. Wanda knows that. You’ve needed this for weeks. You’ve abused the pink contrast of the bedsheets, and she’s let you. She’s not allowing it anymore. She needs this now. She needs to know you’re not floating through space to avoid being an inconvenience when she’s the one that’s prodded you to this point at all. You let her get you here. All nice and safe and stranded in a dessert that’s warm, so warm, but getting dark. She can be the dim light that’s sole purpose is to shine just bright enough to lead a horse to water.

Water. You both need water.

“Mama.” You whisper, eyes starry, vision hazy as you lock in on her and only her. All you need is her. She’s all that you can process right now. Even though the words don’t come, and the thoughts don’t form how they should, she’s all you need to be okay.

Wanda’s eyes glitter with something so unbelievably sweet that your belly churns and you whine, so sweetly, so vulnerably. Wanda can only smile softer, reaching to grab a forgotten friend that lives either on top of a nearly made bed for chaotically on the floor in the middle of the night. Not tonight. He’ll have a home in your arms tonight. Maybe. “Whose it going to be, little love? Rosie, or Peter?” This is where it gets tricky. Where it starts to become less of what she guides you into, and more of what you instinctively crave. Sometimes it’s easy to get you to make your own choices, other times you look at her with nothing but fond hopelessness that eventually disarms her enough to allow two stuffed friends to be carted around the house as you follow her clumsily.

Rosie is an elephant that’s more denim than cobalt, but Wanda will still argue with you from time to time that she’s not. Peter’s a dragon. Olive green and comedically floppy from years of tight hugs and absorbing tears. Wanda has a clear bias. She tolerates Peter more. You don’t know why. They’re relatively the same size. But she says he sits nicer than Rosie does when you plop him down onto the counter when she makes you both tea; that his vibe is more subdued in general.

Your eyes dance between the two, and Wanda knows what’s coming when you pout so sweetly and pull the top sheet over your mouth, concealing whines that at point she’d have scolded you for. “Want both.” You argue, because that’s all you can consider doing. You can’t choose. You can’t think. She always does that for you.

“No, no, baby dove. We can’t have both. Not tonight.” Wanda shakes her head, and with Rosie in her hand, she reaches forward to pull the sheet out of your mouth, a knowing quirk in her eyebrow that’s not a scolding, but isn’t the opposite either. “No biting.” She points out, reminds you really. Your cheeks burn, your belly flutters. She’s all you can think about. “Rosie or Peter?”

Your eyes, so glassy, so empty, fill with tears that sparkle with refractions of moonlight on choppy waters. “Both, Mama.”

“Well, I guess Mama will pick then. It’s just too hard, huh?” She asks, and when you nod, just once, just slightly, she smiles fondly like you’ve hung the moon. “Why don’t we Peter?”

“Okay.” You agree, and you reach out from beneath the warm blankets with sweet, wiggling fingers that curl into tuffs of soft fluff the second your dragon’s within reach.

“Okay.” Wanda smiles brightly, pulling the blankets even farther off your tired and curled up body. You look so sweet like this, so little. “Time for water, my little dragon. And then we’re getting back in bed, and we’re saying goodnight to the moon. Ponimat’ (understand)?”

Your head bobs, and even though Wanda wants a verbal answer, she lets it slide when your hand reaches out for hers and waits patiently for contact. Your feet are firmly on the floorboards when she notices your death grip on Peter’s tail, and her eyes narrow. “Is that how we hold our friend?”

You feel scolded, like a child. It’s so simple. So… you’re not sure. You don’t even know how to explain it, but it drives you crazy with warmth that feels both good and too too heavy at your fingertips. You wiggle on your feet, feeling heavy and sunken into the floor, one hand still holding on tight to Wanda’s hand. “No, Mama.”

“I didn’t think so.” She shakes her head, green eyes so bright in the darkness, so ready and willing to be your guide. She waits for you to fix it; to fix Peter beneath your arm and hold him tightly to your chest, and she smiles brightly when you do just that, like you’ve somehow impressed her so easily. “Good job, malysh! Good girl!”

[koiir]

LOVESICK LOVER, moments of sweetness with them— reo, hiori, rin, bachira

DOTING REO IN THE MORNING!

Mornings spent with reo is always guaranteed to have you fall deeper in love, such as the mornings you two share.

His new gifts of expensive skincare that is amazing on the skin and beneficial for you. He wouldn’t dare spend money on something that isn’t worth it, especially when it comes to you.

Having him hold you in his lap as his hands meet your face, applying the serums, creams, moisturizers, toners—whatever is needed to take care of that face of yours he loves so much.

Soft hands, caressing your face with eyes filled of adoration resembles one of a puppy, one that is entranced and locked into the person in sight—you.

Of course the last step of his pampering session is a fancy breakfast! The boy will not take no for an answer, happily taking your hand as he is plastered with a smile on his face. He really can’t help it, he cherishes you so much he just has to show you how much he loves you each and every morning.

GAMING NIGHTS WITH HIORI!

Hiori who doesn’t just game over for games, but rather a comfort of food and cute gifts for the one and only—you.

It’s simple, really, you two side by side as you both hold a controller in hand—competing for victory. Though a sparkle of love is throughout the room as hiori still makes affectionate gestures towards you. (he also expects the same.)

Faint kisses after a loss on your or his end, if you get tired then he lays his body on yours, you get the picture.

Taking little breaks to relax and gain energy by eating the food he brought. Boba brought as you both taste the new flavors he brought, savory food shared between each other, and finally sweets at the very end that are eaten between games.

Though it’s a simple night and rather common, these moments never fail to make your heart flutter as the boy whom has stolen your heart only proves just how much he can fit inside of your world. One of love and kindness that will last a lifetime.

WINTER BEAUTY, SOFT RIN!

When winter springs into action, Rin feels a sense of bitterness to his being. Past memories trickle into his brain, though as snow does, it melts away once he sees the smile you bring when you see the snowfall.

His heart swells when you wrap your warm hand around his, caring for the cold hand of his that usually is cold—but he doesn’t mention that. He excuses the faint red on his face from the cold air, though his mind and would know otherwise.

Walking hand in hand, the itoshi smiles softly seeing the way you bring a hand to the snowflakes falling in a soft embrace. He doesn’t dare to you let you see the smile, wanting for once to not having you tease him.

Although he can’t hide it at times, believing your hot chocolate is keeping you preoccupied as you drink the beverage without a care. His lips morph into an agape open, eyes locked onto you as he takes in all of you.

You take notice, smiling at him for admiring you. The boy grows annoyed but he can’t keep the act for long, initiating a form of love by a kiss to your face, face hidden by his scarf that doesn’t allow you to see the red hue on his cheeks.

OCEAN WAVES, HAPYY BACHIRA!

Summer heaps the ideal for cooling activities to take place, such as the beach! Bachira is more than content to unleash his child persona more when water is mentioned.

Swimming to his heart contents, water splashing as he makes you his target. Both of you battling against each other with the waves as your weapon—and ocean the battlefield.

When the both of you eventually get tired from all the running (bachira tries to prove that you can rin while in water and ends up getting knocked over by a wave) you both enjoy cool frosty desserts as he takes bites out of yours (you can not tell me he WOULDNT bite ice cream.)

Sun setting, and the joyous boy still wishes to make the most out of the beach—so he proposes you two float in the water. Its calm at first, but he targets you by pulling your hand down, making you submerge into the water.

a/n; little drabbles of my favorite boys since I’m on vacay again ૮ฅ^ ᵕ ^ฅა ♡

[angelmatthew]

₊˚.༄ "i love snow" - kim gyuvin

can't believe how quickly i wrote this, i was giggling and kicking my feet through the whole thing, gyuvin is my cutie patootie fr thanks to anon for requesting this!! also i might post a christmas related fic for each member, next on the list is matthew ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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↬gyuvin x gn!reader ↬872 words ↬tooth rotting fluff, oneshot ↬tw: none besides that it's not proofread as always

"whoa, careful there!" gyuvin cautions, gripping your arm as you teetered on the cabin's wooden stairs. a smile spreads across his face, unable to resist your infectious excitement. gyuvin had this grand christmas mountain trip all mapped out, fully aware of your holiday season obsession. however, his master plan got a timeout because the moment you chucked your bags into the cozy getaway, you bolted out faster than he could spill his day's agenda.

you jump from the last two patio steps onto the fluffy snow, sprawling out and wiggling your limbs to craft a snow angel, earning a laugh from gyuvin before he flops down beside you.

"I love snow," you declare with a childlike grin; suddenly, you're back to being five, eagerly waiting for santa and the sweet stash of candy hidden in knitted socks.

as you both lay there, the crisp winter air filling your lungs, gyuvin glances up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the snowflakes gently falling around you.

in the distance, the joyful sounds of children playing reach your ears. propping up on your elbows, you glance toward your neighboring cabin. three kids are having a snowball fight. gyuvin sits up, you both share a grin, captivated by their antics.

“they’re so cute” you remark, your eyes tracking the little girl in the bright pink puffy jacket, attempting to escape her friends who teamed up on her. unaware, you completely miss gyuvin's hand, stealthily scooping up a ball of snow behind your back.

"hey, watch this!" before you could react, he smudges a handful of snow onto your face with a cheeky grin and bolts away. you scoff in disbelief before wiping away the snow from your cheeks.

“oh you’re so done for!” you exclaim, springing to your feet. gyuvin stood a few meters away, attempting to hide behind a tree, indulging in his signature uncontrollable giggles.

molding a snowball in your hands, you take aim and send it toward him, the soft impact barely grazing his shoulder to your disappointment.

"is that the best you can do?" he teases, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. in response, he hurls another snowball your way, this time hitting your leg.

a prolonged exchange of snowballs unfolds, with gyuvin showcasing a surprising knack for accuracy. his throws effortlessly find their mark, while you miss a few shots. after a few minutes, both of you are left breathless from the combination of running and laughter.

"hold on a sec—" gyuvin manages between pants and giggles, punctuating his words with a stop gesture.

"giving up so soon?" you ask, catching your breath.

"let's call a truce," he throws his hands in the air in a mock surrender.

"alright, truce it is," with a sly grin, you add, "but not without a little something in return."

“okay that’s fair, what do you have in mind ?”

you pretend to contemplate the offer for a moment before coyly giving your suggestion, "how about a kiss?"

gyuvin grins at the idea, drops the snowball he's holding to signal surrender, and strolls over to you. just as he's closing in, you whip out a snowball from behind your back and hit his chest. he lets out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest as he collapses onto the snow. you burst into laughter at his theatrical response.

"are you alright?" you ask, faking concern but unable to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. gyuvin plays along, fully committed to his role of the "wounded" party. "i didn't mean to hit you that hard," you add with an innocent tone.

he cracks open one eye, a smirk forming on his lips. suddenly, he tugs at your arm, causing you to lose balance and fall onto him. you let out a little squeal, in one swift motion, he playfully tackles you into the snow and tries to cover your face in snow.

"okay, truce for real this time!" you half-giggle, half-yell, using your arms to shield your face.

“only if you admit i win this round...and that i'm the best boyfriend on earth."

you playfully roll your eyes, a smile dancing on your lips. "alright, you win this round… and you’re the best boyfriend on earth," you concede with a chuckle, looking up at your boyfriend hovering over you, arms placed on either side of your head propping him up. brown strands peek out from under his beanie, and his nose carries a rosy tint from the cold. his lips mirror the hue at the tip of his nose. he gazes at you with radiant eyes, carefully scanning every detail of your face.

his greatest fear is losing the memory of your face. that's why he insists on facetiming whenever he's away and takes pictures of you at every possible occasion. most importantly, when you're together, he's dedicated to admiring you, taking in every detail from your voice and laughter to the irresistible charm of your lips.

he leans in — his lips are cool against yours and so is the tip of his nose gently grazing your left cheek, but a comforting warmth spreads through you. the kiss is tender, mirroring the gentleness that defines every aspect of gyuvin. with a subtle smile, he pulls back, his gaze locked onto yours.

"round two?" he suggests, his hands brushing the snow from your left cheek.

"you better start running because i'm gonna win this time!"

[intestinesinbows]

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Colt x Reader

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TW ♡ none unless you count guns as one

note | this is from a request ! Also I wanna give a heads up I will not be writing anything sexual about Colt or Natalie Rupnow ! If anyone does request anything like that in the future it will be deleted TωT

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Boredom, boredom, & more boredom was what your day consisted of. For August it was rather unsuspectingly hot today and school wasn't making it any better.

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Sitting at your desk felt like hell itself. Checking the time over and over again and happening to shift in your seat wasn't fun. You just wanted it to be over.

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You rested your head in your hand just to make the position you were in slightly less uncomfortable and annoying despite knowing it wouldn't do much.

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Out of boredom you drabbled on the piece of paper in front of you which was the assignment you were supposed to turn in but you couldn't help but hold onto it for a few more minutes just to draw cats and whatever you liked.

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Though you got this weird gut feeling.. like you couldn't help but feel someone was watching you, before catching a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye.

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You turned towards it to see your friend Colt trying to get your attention. You both usually sat together as that was your assigned sitting. As the teacher spoke you leaned in and let him whisper what he needed to say in your ear.

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"I got something cool I want to show you." Were the simple words that came out of his mouth. You shrugged it off not thinking much about it but the situation was much more drastic than you expected.

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You continued doodling on your paper when Colt nudge you. You raised your eyebrow at him and he pointed to your paper. The teacher was too far into his lesson for him to notice the both of you so you shared it with him.

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You let him borrow a few markets and you drew on the paper together but not a lot for it to cover your answers but enough so that on the sides they were filled.

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You both had to lean in together so you could share the paper so obviously both of your shoulders would brush up against one another.

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As you both drew your colorful disasters the bell had rang which caught you off guard since you weren't keeping track of the time anymore.

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You accidentally bumped your head against his when trying to get up from your seat completely forgetting how close the two of you were. It was a gentle bump but still you muttered a soft apology.

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After putting your stuff away and grabbing your bag you and Colt decided to go to lunch together like usual but this time there was a twist.

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You had both agreed to sneak out in the back of the school so that you could go on your phones and retreat back into the school when it was time for lunch to end.

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Sneakily you both hid yourselves in the crowd full of kids in the hallway before making it to the back of the school.

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Once you were out you followed Colt to an area where cameras weren't visible to catch the both of you. Aka your secret hide out which wasn't a secret it was just a place away from the school.

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Despite trying not to get caught the two of you already knew the cameras inside the school had captured both of you but at least for now you just wanted to lay low so the teachers wouldn't find the two of you.

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Walking around the deserted area you were in which was mainly an area with trees colt spoke up. "Oh shit wait a sec-" you stopped your movements and colt placed his bag on the ground. He knelt down to it and looked up at you.

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"Please do not tell anyone I have this, please." His tone was serious and he was looking at you very intensely. What could it be? "Um, okay... I promise I won't." You responded.

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He thought for a few seconds before making up his mind and pulling a gun out. Your eyes widened you were almost a little bit excited by seeing it. "Woah. How did you get that?" You asked in amazement. He simply shrugged and smiled.

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"My dad." He didn't specify whether his dad gave it to him or if he stole it from his dad but either way you didn't really care. He had a gun and that was cool to you. He gave you it and you looked at it curiously.

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It sure as hell was real and in a stupid sense of fascination you pointed it up to your face with your finger on the trigger. He pushed it away from you with a chuckle. "You don't wanna die just yet right?".

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You simply laughed at his words and he took the gun from your hands and put it in his bag. Checking the time on his phone it was best you both headed back to the campus.

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The sun beamed down on both of you getting you both a little sweaty as you walked in the short grass. "So are you trying to shoot up the school or something?" You said jokingly. He laughed and scratched the back of his neck.

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"No definitely not... its for protection."